No need to think.
He switched to Waldor Jones's tone and answered, "Calling at lunch time, is there something wrong?"
"Of course there's something wrong." Edbert Walker haughtily interrogated, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at home." Julian Johnsons gave him a vague answer.
"Hmm. You better come out and meet me." Edbert Walker seemed to have urgent business with him.
Julian Johnsons sensed it too and cautiously asked, "Can't we discuss the matter on the phone?"
"If we could, why would I ask you to come out!"
Edbert Walker, irritable like a bomb, shouted aggressively, "You better hurry up and come out! I'll send the meeting location to your phone shortly!"
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The call ended as if it was slammed down, unbearably loud.
Julian Johnsons's dazzling eyes narrowed slightly, pondering what could make him so agitated?
"Buzz—"
A slight vibration.
A new message arrived on his phone, linking to a place he rarely visited, in the suburb, desolate.
